Open letter to tell me good things about the world:

Somebody please just comment nice things about the world/universe/life/your day. I need it today. I'm just incredibly emotionally exhausted, it's only noon and summer just kicked off in a shitty manner.

Let me begin spewing happy things: Elmo (from Seasame Street) is played by a large black man. I got a really comfy duvet a few days ago. Also, here is a picture of me at a farmer's market with a face paint alien last weekend:

Continue happy things in the comments, s'il vous plaît, you lovely people.
Love,
-J-

My feelings this particular morning about Physics:

Four hours until it's over and summer has arrived. Then I can go eat a waffle in celebration.

After that I can fight my recent bout of lethargy for a little while. That's kind of difficult thing to muster up motivation for, considering the nature of it.
Love,
-J-

Twenty seven hours until summer

I'm going through exams in complete denial of their existence. I'm even wearing reasonable outfits,  make up, and I'm completely lacking the frazzled look I usually sport during exams. I even said "Screw studying" yesterday and went to the beach with a strange lack of guilt. After tomorrow's physics exam, I have several things to look forward to, including two weeks of no solid plans whatsoever.

Firstly, I need to continue my job hunt. I told myself that if I got to mid-June without a job, then I would apply at McDonald's. I came to the conclusion in Giant Tiger* on Monday that I just have to readjust my integrity and apply everywhere remaining. Katie seems pretty confident that McDonald's hires anybody who is an able bodied, 'intelligent' life form.

Secondly, I've decided to try a few weeks being a vegetarian, more or less for the heck of it.

Thirdly, I want to get relatively in shape so I can consider going into field hockey in the fall. I should give this sports things one more shot before the end of high school. Field hockey is the one sport I've ever enjoyed in the slightest. That was in 6th grade, but I've considered trying out for the last two years, so I may as well go for it. Cause YOLO.**

Lastly, I should be social. Hanging out with people wouldn't kill me. I'm considering revisiting the church I worked at last summer to do my bit to keep the summer students' lives from turning into hell, and because I may have a few friends working there. I will be there to fight for summer student rights and to help with stuff I know how to do. By the end of the summer I'd figured out how to fast track the bureaucracy that is a baptist church. I need to share my wisdom with appreciating souls. Volunteering for stuff is fine, but that job pretty much sucked ass because you were obligated to do everything, every day, and I had to fight for free time.

To my English exam!

*Sketchy stores bring out the best decisions in me.

**I say this ironically. Because it sounds stupid if it's said unironically.
Love,
-J-

Yearbook day: The Day To Feel All the Things

The yearbook cover is gorgeous.

 I usually hate yearbook day because I have to rack my brain for things to write to people who have little significance in my life. This year was different.

I think that it's because, after three years, I'm finally finding my place in high school. I have so many people I consider to be friends that make my time worthwhile. I have so many memories with so many different people, whether they be from choir, musical, classes, etc. It also helps that most people have come out of their shells by now and I have notable, non generic compliments to write in their yearbooks.

My original favorite yearbook message was Fred's, which was "I was going to write something obscene but you wouldn't let me." The message that emerged my final favorite was Reeves's: "You are random in the best ways. You're like Juno minus the pregnancy." He then tacked on "Bagpipes. Snails."

BEST. COMPLIMENT. EVER. I feel strangely honored to be compared to Juno (minus the pregnancy). I live my life in hope that I be seen as belonging in a Canadian Indie movie about a quirky pregnant teenager. Of all characters to be compared to, she is possibly the best.

After that was year end video for the rest of the morning, where pictures of school functions and generally unrelated amusing video clips are tacked together into a nearly two hour, student created film.They ended with the grad section, which left me feeling very sad and sentimental, even though I have a year left. I have to keep telling myself that.

This afternoon held the choir party at Ms. G.'s house. There was lots of food, more yearbook signing, swimming in a pool made of liquified Antarctica, observing the comically fluffy dog and cuddle piles while lazing in the sunshine. It was probably my last time hanging out with most of the grads for a long time. SO MANY FEELS.
Love,
-J-

Sufjan Stevens - Impossible Soul

Sufjan Stevens is growing on me more and more.